Write a poem in five parts. The sections can be numbered or named but they must all be clearly separated from each other within the poem as a whole.<\/p>\n
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\nIn my days of darkness,
\nI sought comfort in fear.
\nI got used to living in that
\nspace of wretchedness.
\nI built my castle on that familiar excuse.<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>Do everything with love,
\ngratitude and hope in your heart.
\nTrain your eyes to view the world
\nwith kindness and compassion.
\n-this is my mother’s remedy to living well.<\/p>\n
\nThe break dawn is a new beginning
\na world of possibilities awaits me.
\nI am ready for the day.
\nI am ready for a new challenge.
\nI am ready to grow.<\/p>\n
\nmy words so uninspired
\nmy thoughts are tortured in a cave of emptiness
\nthat reverberates desperate hopelessness.
\nI feel so uninspired –
\nAh shit… it’s writer’s block again.<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>She sang me a lullaby,
\ndeadbeat hearts who once were alive
\nand felt everything so intensely.
\nthey died of over-feeling.
\nVictims to the fatality of feelings.<\/p>\n